A Childs Cry

• Mila Maleš, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

Thunder blared, and sirens aired
Soldiers fought, but none were spared
Mothers comfort, there child in arms
For what they feared, was more than harm

More then fire, more than death
But to see their child, take one last breath
Not the gas, that burned there lungs
But to here the cry, of their frail young

The bullet shots, and the incurable diseases
The explosions, the men that seizes
Families, and homes, land and country
The streets that were dead, broken and hungry

But none of that scares, I don't know why
For what they fear the most, is a child's cry